Recycling Is Good for the Soul

All the things we sorted through yesterday received word of their fate today. We took them to the recycling center--a large hill with containers set aside for all different kinds of refuse--where they told us we would have to rip the covers off all our hard covers books to separate the burnables from the paper. (What?) After a lifetime of treasuring books and guarding them with the utmost respect, I felt pretty good to ripping the stuffing out of Carolyn Keene. After we had disposed of the bodies, my father and I had to flatten the banana boxes they came in. I grabbed a piece of gold metal trimming, held the boxes down with my foot, and beat their corners out of existence.

All in all, a very violent day.